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I got breasts music Another one You need salad! Who's the laziest so-called producer with man tits that weighs a ton? Khaled's the one Only thing he's good at is stupid catchphrases like "Another one", yeah, where's the bun, man? Who doesn't rap, sing, or make beats because he's useless? Who's only talent is stealing finished music And then shouting and taking credit? DJ Khaled, he's the one, yeah (I got breasts music) Got famous from his Snapchats (being dumb) Drops N bombs, but he's not black (his IQ is one) Yeah, yeah, Quavo I'm the only guy in Migos (Migos) That anyone in the world knows (world knows) I'm only on this because Future said "No" (said "No") So did Travis Scott, Gucci Mane, and Mike Jones (Mike) It's obvious that Khaled is a fame slut (fame slut) Without JB on this, it would've made ten bucks (ten bucks) He look like if Drake got inflated with a pump (pump) He causes earthquakes, when he jumps Who's the most nonsensical, annoying man on Earth? Khaled's the one, yeah (another one) When he dances, he looks like an overweight bird Khaled's the one, yeah (I'm wide) (Another one) damn His entire life is a giant product placement This video is just a blatant ad for vape pens He Snapchatted his girl giving birth (that's messed up) DJ Khaled He's a living, breathing meme (another one!) Sir, you need to stop eating (I'll say when I'm done!) Okay, though Ooh! I don't know why I did this mainstream song Isn't my image supposed to be underground and raw? This beat's so poppy, it could've been used by Elton John Oh, no, here comes Wayne's verse, he sounds like an auto-tuned frog God forgive me For doing another Khaled record This like my 42nd and it is really depressing For the record, I rap 'bout the same dumb stuff on every record And look like if a gremlin and Whoopi Goldberg gave childbirth, oh God We're sick and tired of you getting so filthy rich from our talent (Yeah, you're a prick) We're the only reason the songs are such a big hit, you've Done jack shit, we want justice (yeah) Bless up, you know what, you're right, I'm gonna fix this But before I do, all of you take these butter sticks And rub them on your bodies, do it! (Oh, shit!) That's perfect, yeah Now lay down in the hot sun (yum-yum-yum) Do not move 'til you're well done (yum, yum, yum-yum-yum) Another one
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